Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 66: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY. 57 irreverent manner that Guy always thought of the colonel) might try to play at her expense. At last he fell asleep from sheer weariness of the efforts he had been making to woo slumber. And such frightful dreams as he had ! In one he was a hangman, with the task of execut- ing thirteen shop girls, who all, as they came up under the fatal noose, pointed a finger at him and muttered, ‘‘ You did it, you!” In another he saw his mother drowning before his eyes, while a man with gold-rimmed eyeglasses fiddled away on the bank of the river for dear life, and would not let him approach to save her. Thus it came to pass that in the morning he did not awake with that usual feeling of buoyancy which is such a valuable attribute of youth. And yet the brilliant autumn sunshine which streamed in at the window gradually infused him with hope in spite of himself, and ‘‘I cannot improve matters by worry- ing about them,” he told himself as he dressed, ‘‘ and I can make mother’s burden heavier by putting on glum looks.” So he put all the gloom of yesterday away from him, and his ‘‘ good morning” to his mother had the cheery, old-time ring to it. And he had his reward in the reflected brightness he saw in her face. Promptly at ten o'clock Colonel Starr presented himself, and, finding that Guy had not gone down- town, invited him to go along to Miss Farleigh’s hotel. ‘¢Vou will find her brother there,” he said, ‘‘and will be able to make his acquaintance.” EOMIIE JOO cS (E(0) mn